No Manners
El chakra es un camión de remolque
Ay-ay-ay-ay, G
Why these bitches on me?
Ass fat can't fit in them jeans
You an angel go fly with them wings
Dance on the pole see you do yo thing
Way that you move and back that ass up
Way that it shake you a naughty dancer
Can you buss it once? I need the answer
Tell from yo' eyes you ain't got no manners
But shawty now
I wanna caress and touch yo body now
Say you wanna party shake that thing around
But you got a mans and he outta town
Oh you know that we moving, grooving
Thighs so thick, I know that pussy juicy
Lick yo neck, and now clothes removin'
We in the bathroom we gon' shoot a movie
We gon' make a scene
Tattoo on yo back gon' make me skeet
One time thing this ain't routine
I just want to get you in between
I just wanna see how that booty go
Throw it back fast but she like it when I'm moving slow
Ass on my lap, rubbed my dick, but she moving though
Look back, she gon' smile 'cause she said she wanna know
She wanna know
Why these bitches on me
Ass fat can't fit in them jeans
You an angel go fly with them wings
Dance on the pole see you do yo' thing
Way that you move and back that ass up
Way that it shake you a naughty dancer
Can you buss it once? I need the answer
Tell from yo' eyes you ain't got no manners
What the fuck is too thick?
Shit, I can handle that bitch
Put my hand up on her hip
Told her meet me up in VIP
Then we back to the whip
Now we back to her crib
Do the dance while you strip, yeah
Put some dip on yo' chip
Like the gloss on yo' lips, yeah
You the boss lil' bitch
She gon' handle this dick
Look back while I hit it, yeah
Can you throw that ass back? (Encore, encore)
Go and make it clap (clap on, clap off)
Throw it, throw it bring it back (aye, aye)
Cameras on baby you know you better smack that
Man, I ain't never seen a woman that bad in my life
I'd done emptied out my wallet, I ain't even think twice
If she asked me for a jit, woulda did it off the rip
Woulda shot the club up, I woulda emptied up the clip yeah
Why these bitches on me?
Ass fat can't fit in them jeans
You an angel go fly with them wings
Dance on the pole see you do yo' thing
Way that you move and back that ass up
Way that it shake you a naughty dancer
Can you buss it once? I need the answer
Tell from yo eyes you ain't got no manners
Ay-ay-ay-ay, G
Why these bitches on me?
Ass fat can't fit in them jeans
You an angel go fly with them wings
Dance on the pole see you do yo thing
Way that you move and back that ass up
Way that it shake you a naughty dancer
Can you buss it once? I need the answer
Tell from yo' eyes you ain't got no manners
But shawty now
I wanna caress and touch yo body now
Say you wanna party shake that thing around
But you got a mans and he outta town
Oh you know that we moving, grooving
Thighs so thick, I know that pussy juicy
Lick yo neck, and now clothes removin'
We in the bathroom we gon' shoot a movie
We gon' make a scene
Tattoo on yo back gon' make me skeet
One time thing this ain't routine
I just want to get you in between
I just wanna see how that booty go
Throw it back fast but she like it when I'm moving slow
Ass on my lap, rubbed my dick, but she moving though
Look back, she gon' smile 'cause she said she wanna know
She wanna know
Why these bitches on me
Ass fat can't fit in them jeans
You an angel go fly with them wings
Dance on the pole see you do yo' thing
Way that you move and back that ass up
Way that it shake you a naughty dancer
Can you buss it once? I need the answer
Tell from yo' eyes you ain't got no manners
What the fuck is too thick?
Shit, I can handle that bitch
Put my hand up on her hip
Told her meet me up in VIP
Then we back to the whip
Now we back to her crib
Do the dance while you strip, yeah
Put some dip on yo' chip
Like the gloss on yo' lips, yeah
You the boss lil' bitch
She gon' handle this dick
Look back while I hit it, yeah
Can you throw that ass back? (Encore, encore)
Go and make it clap (clap on, clap off)
Throw it, throw it bring it back (aye, aye)
Cameras on baby you know you better smack that
Man, I ain't never seen a woman that bad in my life
I'd done emptied out my wallet, I ain't even think twice
If she asked me for a jit, woulda did it off the rip
Woulda shot the club up, I woulda emptied up the clip yeah
Why these bitches on me?
Ass fat can't fit in them jeans
You an angel go fly with them wings
Dance on the pole see you do yo' thing
Way that you move and back that ass up
Way that it shake you a naughty dancer
Can you buss it once? I need the answer
Tell from yo eyes you ain't got no manners
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Writer(s): Olsi Cadri
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